Fiction Title: Racing Towards Destiny
Chapter Title: Burning It Up
Author: Restive Nature
Disclaimer: Neither show represented in this fiction belongs to me. Dark Angel is the product of Cameron/Eglee and Fox, whereas Supernatural is the product of Kripke and The CW. No profits are made from this fiction and it is intended for private enjoyment only.
Story Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Chapter Rating: NC-17
Genre: Crossover
Type: Romance, Angst
Pairing: Sam/ Max
Summary: One dream set her on a path of destiny.
Spoilers/ Timeline: This story would begin in Chapter 17- Coming Of Age
Feedback: Always welcome!
Distribution: Ask first, please
A/N: This story, while being in the same universe as WiC, does not actually occur within that storyline. This fiction is just an off-shoot of what might have happened.
Chapter Six
Burning It Up
"Well yes, that's obvious, but I meant..." she paused and chewed on her lower lip nervously for a moment. "I like you Sam. I more than like you. And I want to be with you so badly, its driving me crazy." The last words were a whisper, but Sam understood. It was the same for him. She had ducked her chin, her fear of rejection governing that much of her. Sam reached out, catching her chin with his finger and thumb, pulling gently until her eyes met his.
"Hey," he smiled softly. "I more than like you too." His admission put the smile back on her face and she scooted closer to kiss him. His hands trailed down to her shoulders as she rested hers on his thighs. He kissed her slowly and thoroughly, trying to imprint her taste in his senses and she responded in kind. After what seemed like forever, he pulled away.
"Sam?" she asked as he leaned back.
"Max," he sighed. "I do want to be with you, God knows how much I do. But the thing is, have you really thought about this? Are you sure? Because if you aren't, I can wait..." Her confusion had suddenly morphed into a beatific smile that transformed her face from within. "What?" he asked, unable to help smiling in spite of the puzzlement he felt.
"Oh, just Dean," she answered enigmatically as Sam's brow furrowed with a small spurt of anger and no small amount of jealousy.
"You're thinking about my brother?" he cried out incredulously.
Max giggled. "Not like that!" she protested laughingly. "It's just... I asked him a long time ago, you know, when I'd know it was the right time..."
"Oh," Sam was minorly reassured. "What'd he say?"
"He said to wait," Max shrugged and her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. "But it occurred to me, that there's no reason to keep waiting. I know you, I love you, we enjoy spending time together. We have a lot in common. I wanted to find the perfect guy... and he's been right here with me all along."
Sam exhaled, the feeling of exhilaration at her words, soaring through his body again. "You think I'm perfect?" he asked, his tone hopeful.
"Perfect for me, yes," Max teased.
"Ah," Sam chuckled. "Well I think you're amazing. And I love you too."
"Well then that's good," Max breathed out shakily, as if she'd been hoping for a similar admission from him, which Sam was only too happy to give. "So? No more waiting?"
"No," Sam agreed fervently. "No more waiting."
They met again with another kiss, but the hands he'd so desperately held back before, had no trouble reaching for her now, drawing her body to his. She came to him eagerly, settling herself in his lap, her hands resting against his upper arms. She was crosswise against him and Sam held her outside hip snugly, pressing her against his lower body while his other hand tangled in her still damp curls. As their mouths caressed each other, their tongues stroking, Sam wondered at the ease of it all. He liked her, she liked him and now here they were. How did his life get so perfect, so quickly?
Sam groaned softly as he felt Max's hand drifting lower, tickling lightly against his stomach. He flinched reflexively and she stilled and something flashed through his mind. "Oh wait Max, hang on," he murmured, pushing her back. She stared up incredulously at him and he smiled reassuringly. "I have to grab something... from my jacket." She frowned for a moment and then her face brightened and she stood up gingerly.
"Yeah, that would probably be a good idea," she murmured shyly. Sam stood as well, bypassing her and skirting the edge of the bed. He moved to retrieve the jacket he'd thrown on the foot of the bed closest to the door. Fumbling through the pockets, he finally found what he was searching for and withdrew his hand. He dropped the jacket and turned back to find that Max had climbed under the covers and folded back a corner on the opposite side, a very clear invitation. Sam shuffled between the narrow gap amid the two beds, placing the necessary items on the nightstand.
"Two?" Max asked, sounding amused. Now it was Sam's turn to blush.
"Ah, well, Dean always told me to be prepared and uh... carry back up, just in case..." he trailed off as Max giggled.
"That's a good point," she nodded. And, laying on her side, she reached over, lifting up the covers for him. Sam could see the shadowy indentation of her breasts under the sheet and knew that she must have removed her towel. He hesitated for only a moment before he flicked his own towel to the floor and hurriedly climbed into the bed. He scooted closer to her, facing her, but left a small space between them, determined that she would be able to set the pace. He was worried, scared, of rushing her, even though she said that this was what she wanted. He wondered if she too were experiencing the same kinds of worries, things running haphazardly through her mind.
"Nervous?" he asked softly, catching up the hand that was still above the covers. The other was tucked under her head.
"No. Well... a little, yeah," she admitted. "You?"
Sam nodded. She made a face at his honesty and Sam caressed the slim fingers he held before entwining their hands. "Well, the first time for a girl... can hurt. And I don't, you know, want it to go too fast for you."
"No that wouldn't be good," Max groaned. "But Sam, I know its supposed to... um, be uncomfortable at first. I just... I think we're over thinking things. I mean, everything so far has been good. Can we just keep doing what feels good and let it happen?"
Sam mulled it over for a moment. She was right. This wasn't a time when analysis was going to help. "Just as long as you tell me if... if you want me to slow down... or stop. Or whatever you need." It came out soft and husky, but she understood. Her own fear of doing something wrong, or of hurting him was just as plain as his.
"Only if you promise the same," she demanded gently.
"Max," Sam grinned as he scooted another inch closer, "I can about guarantee you that I'll never want to stop with you." His lips met hers in a chaste kiss as he drew the blanket up, pulling her arm underneath it. It took only moments before her mouth opened under his, her hand once again resting on his chest. Sam, knowing that he was the more experienced of the pair, albeit not by much, was aware that he'd have to lead. And while they'd both received sex education thanks to the public schooling, it didn't encompass every single experience.
Still admonishing himself to go slowly, Sam gently stroked her arm, moving carefully to her rib, slowly making his way to the rounded flesh of her breasts. Her breathing picked up, in concert with his own as his thumb brushed over a nipple. The fleshy tip pebbled and tightened under his light caress and Max let out a small gasp, her body swaying into his. Like earlier, in the shower, her hip bumped against his jutting erection and he was helpless once again in his automatic response, pushing back against her, wanting her heat. He could feel her lips curving into a smile and he smiled as well. He brushed his fingertips over her nipple again and she groaned. Bolder now, he caught the tip between his finger and thumb, rolling the flesh and Max gasped. Carefully sucking the tip of her breast into his mouth, he gaged her reaction with the minuscule part of his brain that was rapidly losing its last bit of clearness. Max let out another groan as her hands cupped Sam's head. Her hips continued to move towards him, seeking more and Sam, fervently glad, obliged. She stilled, startled for a moment when his fingers next brushed against the curls at the apex of her thighs. Sam flicked his tongue against the flesh trapped between his teeth even as he sought lower with his fingers. Her thighs pressed together reflexively as his fingers stroked intimate flesh, searching. He forced himself to wait and she relaxed slowly. Sam was glad now that, despite his natural inclination to shyness, he'd paid attention to certain lessons in biology and anatomy in all the various forms they'd arrived in. Probing gently, he found a little nub, hidden in folds of flesh. The first stroke of his finger over it brought a soft keening noise from Max's throat. He stroked again and felt her hands at his shoulders, pushing him back. He let her nipple slip from his mouth and looked up at her face, worried for the mere second it took for her hand to move to his jaw, pulling him up to her. Her mouth crashed against his, her tongue stroking his as her hips jerked towards him again. Pushing his knee between her legs, he resumed his exploration, a masculine pride that he never knew he possessed roaring within him because he was the one giving her this pleasure.
In what seemed no time at all, Max was panting, tearing her mouth away to whisper his name, stiffening against him and Sam felt a rush of moisture from where he was touching her. And then she was reaching for him again, her body more relaxed than it had been previously. He gasped against her throat as her knuckle brushed against the tip of his engorged penis. A little more knowing this time, Max let her fingers encircle his erection, sliding lightly down the length of him and then back up again. Now it was his turn to jerk his hips, desperate for more of the tantalizing contact that was pleasure and almost pain at the same time. Instinctively sensing that he wanted more, she continued to fondle him, alternating her touch in accordance with her curiosity. She settled finally on a slow, steady pace, her small fist completely encompassing his girth. The motion compelled him to bury his face in the crook of her neck.
"Ah," he gasped against her, knowing that if he continued this delicious torture... His hand caught her wrist, making her stop, even as he pressed closer to her. "I can only take so much," he groaned out. He turned to press a kiss against the column of her throat, wanting her to know that she hadn't done anything wrong. "I need a minute... to uh-!"
"To calm down?" she asked archly.
"Yeah, that," Sam exhaled. "And to,,," he gestured vaguely towards the nightstand and Max smiled shyly and nodded. With another quick peck against her skin, Sam rolled away from her, swinging his legs out of the bed and sat up. He reached for one of the foil packets and tore it open. With only slightly trembling hands, he managed to encase his erection as required. Drawing a deep breath, he turned back to her, suddenly losing the air he'd just taken in, like he'd been sucker punched.
She had let the blanket stay where it was when he'd pushed it off himself, inadvertently baring her chest. She had propped herself up on one elbow to wait for him. "Sam?" she whispered his name, but he was transfixed by the innocent yet seductive tableaux she had set. He watched her chest fill, rising and falling as she took in air.
"God, you're so beautiful," he whispered brokenly. Her dark hair framing her face could not hide the rosy tinge that spoke of shyness transformed to excitement and desire. Nor could it cover the sparkle of her eyes, reflecting the wealth of emotions within her and not just the morning light that filtered through the fabric panels covering the windows. Moistening her full lips with the tip of her tongue, she reached out to him, beckoning him to her, his very own angel.
Sam crawled towards her and catching her hip, urged her closer. She shifted, rolling to her back as he loomed above her. Suddenly, there was nothing more important on this earth than making her his own, of joining with her to complete their admission of love, so recently discovered. Catching her lips, one hand braced beside her, he positioned himself in the cradle of her thighs, but still... "Max?"
"Oh yes please, Sam," she moaned throatily. Drawing her knees up, Sam slid towards her. Using his free hand, he guided his erection to her waiting body. Finding her opening more by luck than anything else, he grit his teeth as he slowly pushed into the untried area. Max gasped and buried her head against his chest. Sam murmured into her hair, soothing words, though he'd have been hard pressed as to what exactly he said. She shifted slightly and then winced as it brought him further in still. Sam stopped all motion, hating that he was causing her pain.
"I can stop, baby. Do you want me to stop?" She shook her head against his chest, indicating that no, she didn't want him to stop. Sam could only thank the Lord above. "Just a little more, okay?" This time she nodded, drawing a deep breath in anticipation. Trying not to flex or move too quickly or do anything else that would hurt her unnecessarily, Sam again pushed forward. He could feel her slowly stretching around him, her heat burning him from the inside out. At last, he was fully sheathed inside her. He waited, his hand burrowing through her hair. "Okay baby?" he whispered. She nodded shakily against him.
"Just... give me a... minute," she whispered brokenly. And though it was causing him precious sanity, to be surrounded by such exquisite bliss, Sam waited. "It just feels... so strange," she murmured and despite his self-admonitions, Sam chuckled, his body flexing and Max gasped. "Oh!"
"Sorry!" Sam winced.
"Oh no, it's okay," Max let her head fall back to the pillow below, bravely smiling up at him to reassure him. "It's just... different."
Sam watched her, waiting for the smallest sign that she was ready to continue. It occurred to him after a moment that maybe he could help sort of get her mind off of the pain. Easing his upper body down a little, he pressed small, nipping kisses along her jawline. She turned to meet his lips, but he was too quick for her, finding a sensitive spot just below and behind her ear. She shivered a little and gasped as Sam pulled himself back a scant inch inside her. "Sorry," he whispered against her skin.
"No, it's good," she whispered back, something changing in her voice, pained moving to awed. Sam moved back a little more, groaning at the drag of searing flesh around his member. Biting his lip hard, trying to curb his desire for alacrity, he pushed against her again. Max moaned, though it still sounded a little pained to Sam's ear. This time he did catch her mouth, rubbing his lips across her slowly and her eyes fluttered open. She sighed his name as her hips carefully shifted upwards to meet his. Gradually she learned the rhythm of the slow pace he was setting and though imperfect, their bodies continued to come together. Sam could see that the pain of their initial union hadn't completely faded, but a new wonder had crept over Max as her breathing became even more erratic. Sam could feel tiny spasms from her body around his and reacted accordingly, before his mind could even conceive what it all meant. He thrust shallowly as Max gasped out little pants, her breathing hitched, his name an entreaty on her lips. He hurried, racing towards completion, the spasms around him growing in intensity. Finally, unable to wait, his body clamoring for release, Sam thrust as deeply as he was able as jolt after jolt raced through him. Max stiffened underneath him, fingers digging into his shoulder, crying out.
As soon as his body allowed him to relax, Sam turned his face to her. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, tired and sated. "Didn't mean to..." How to apologize for hurting her again, there at the last. But she seemed not to have noticed. Her eyes were alight with depths of these new wonders. She brought her hand up to cup his cheek.
"Oh Sam!" she breathed out. "That was amazing! I never thought... Oh I love you so much!" She pressed her mouth to his, tender and delighted and he was filled with the amazement she already knew.
It had been good. Rough and ragged, yet beautiful in its own way. Sam smiled as he broke away from her, dropped a kiss on her nose and simply said, "I love you too Maxie."
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